That's right, the score that Shen Yiran showed to the other three members of the band was the A-grade music card that Xu Lingyi inadvertently drew for him in the game today.

After returning to the hotel from the studio in the afternoon, he put on his headphones and couldn't wait to hide in his room and listen to the song.

Because of his previous experience in listening to "The Age of Fluttering White" and "Little Love Song", this time, he had already been psychologically prepared.

He was a little curious when he first saw the title of the song, which was different from any of the other cards he had drawn, and the short title was followed by a "Chinese lyrics version" label.

Seeing these five words, Shen Yiran was a little excited, because in the Han Kingdom, almost every song with multilingual lyrics is a classic among the classics.

"I wonder if this is the best version?"

With this expectation in mind, I gently clicked the button on the screen to confirm playback.

The melody sounded, the soothing sound of the piano came through the headphones, and then the mix of electric guitar and electric bass penetrated the eardrum to the back of the head, and to the accompaniment of the drums, a delicate male voice sang the first lyrics.

The next feeling Shen Yiran didn't want to recall anymore, he only knew that he was numb from his scalp to the soles of his feet uncontrollably.

The high-pitched, self-contained voice, the unventilated, indistinguishable transposition throughout the whole process, and the singer's posthumous and independent arrogance and disdain made every cell in his body explode after listening to the whole song.

Shock!

In addition to these two words, Shen Yiran couldn't find any words that could express his mood, and what made him feel even more terrible was that the lyrics of the Chinese version of this song did not seem to have fully revealed the essence of the arrangement.

In his opinion, there is a possibility that there is a more perfect version of this song!

"Look at your little bit of interest, why don't you speak one by one?"

Picking up the sheet music he had written while listening to songs all afternoon, and looking at the expressions of the other three people in the band who had never seen the world, Shen Yiran sneered and said:

"Well, this song is still relatively difficult to sing, we rehearse a lot during this time, and strive to present it to the audience in the second round of the semi-finals. ”

"Second round?"

Hearing these words, Zhang Yaobang asked with some confusion:

"Old Shen, why do you want to stay until the second round? How can you be sure that you will definitely pass the first round of the semi-finals? You know, today we completely offended Han Chen, alas..."

Thinking of the song that was interrupted in the afternoon, Zhang Yaobang said with some self-reproach:

"Alas, it's all my fault with Lao Cao, and the blind rhythm host, I saw Han Chen standing next to you, and I thought you two were going to sing it again together!

Before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Shen Yiran, waved his hand, and did not let Zhang Yaobang continue to speak.

In his opinion, in fact, in the final analysis, he is still a little impulsive, even if Han Chen sings "Why Do I Look So Handsome", if he goes to Lin Xiangxiang to explain the copyright situation after getting off the stage, the show will definitely not broadcast this part in the end.

But he didn't regret his behavior, because Han Chen's words "I have to thank him for singing the original author" really made him angry, and he still felt a little disgusting until now.

He knew that Han Chen had a lot of fans, and he also knew that if the part of himself mocking the guests was broadcast on the show at that time, it would definitely cause an uproar, and there would even be irrational fans attacking their band.

But so what, they're all wearing masks anyway, and those fans don't know who he really is.

"Think about it, we scolded Han Chen today, according to the urine nature of the current variety show, do you think this part will be broadcast?"

Without waiting for others to speak, Shen Yiran gave an answer to himself:

So, for Han Chen, is the first round of the rematch another very good opportunity to shape his image?"

When the words fell, the other three people understood, that's right, the next round of the show they were going to perform was "The Age of Fluttering White", and the quality of this song could be heard by everyone.

As long as Han Chen is not stupid, he will definitely declare the winner of the wanton band, because in this way, he can immediately create a positive image for him that distinguishes between public and private and does not hold grudges.

The entertainment industry of the Han Kingdom is sometimes like this, even if the teeth of hatred in the heart are itching, but in the face of interests, you still have to put on a smiling face on the show, and this is exactly what Shen Yiran can't do.

"Old Shen, according to what you said, we did this in the afternoon but helped Han Chen, I'll go, is it possible that we will become the wrong side in the end?"

After listening to Shen Yiran, Cao Ping patted his thigh a little angrily, if the plot continues to develop like this, they will have to be criticized by the audience.

"Lao Cao, it's not possible, but it's definitely like this. ”

With a self-deprecating smile, Shen Yiran lay sideways on the bed, put his head on Xu Lingyi's lap, and said indifferently:

"Variety shows, what the audience sees must be what the program team wants them to see, however, the producers of these programs seem to be a little outdated, you must know that now is the era of live broadcast and self-media, and public opinion is something that they can control for a long time. ”

Touching his nose, Shen Yiran's face showed a particularly confident smile, as if he was relieved and Cao Ping seemed to be saying it to himself:

"If they really want to use our band as a target, then I don't mind playing with them, you know, young people nowadays are not as easy to fool as they used to be, times have changed, and those old-fashioned ghosts and ghosts should also see the light. ”

......

Unlike the undercurrent of the magic capital, the Kyoto Conservatory of Music girls' dormitory is as quiet and peaceful as ever.

Xiao Chu was chatting with others while eating potato chips, and from time to time he would let out a silver bell-like laugh.

"My mother and I both like Su Qin's "Temperature Difference" and "Distance", but she quit the entertainment industry at her peak, and there was no news of her later. ”

As he spoke, Xiao Chu picked up his mobile phone, entered Oxygen Cloud Music, and shared the past with the two songs in the playlist with the chat partner.

"Sister Mofan, I didn't expect you to know Su Qin, do you know what she's doing now? Is she still singing? Look at the comments on these two songs, many people are waiting for her to come back. ”

Hearing Xiao Chu's question, a particularly gentle female voice came from the other side of the phone:

"Sister Xiaochu, Aunt Su has more than these two beautiful songs, but there are many that have not been released, if you have the opportunity, I will send you an original soundtrack, which contains many beautiful songs. ”

"Uh-huh!"

Xiao Chu nodded, then seemed to think of something, and then asked:

"By the way, Sister Mofan, has Senior Yiran contacted you?"

"Well, not yet, I guess he's been busy lately......"

Somewhere in the world, in a luxuriously decorated room, there is a girl listening to the voice on her mobile phone, her eyes lowered, as if her heart has a thousand knots and cannot be stretched.